Dinner for Two - Oct. 22, 2020

around mother’s regurgitations

that he sucks from her open craw

and I with a napkin blotting

corn chowder from my lips

the baby hummer and I

watch each other

sibling gone a nest unraveling

his head twitches back and forth

to eye passing butterflies and skittering

leaves but mostly for mom’s return

with frantic wing-beats

he hovers in place like

a drunken helicopter

as if to show me he knows

fate’s schedule is nonnegotiable

as the shadows slink closer

and one more night

swallows us both